"Raven, I don't think there's anyone who could find you not appealing in that way," Karla said stubbornly, folding her arms across her chest. "As long as you're okay with it, I guess it's fine. He just...doesn't get to pressure you, all right?"

Perhaps later, Karla could try to figure out why she was so not-okay with this. Or, she might just choose to ignore it, blame it on Jaenelle's experiences in Littler Terrielle, and go about her merry way.

Damn the lure of the Room of Emo Repression.